"Ugh..." Saikai runs parted digits through thick red curls, a few locks tugged send shivers down into his neck. His struggle to refocus on the mercy of the homework staring at him curses his concentration; the impending feeling of an annoying headache rearing its pain. His facial expression droops, as his mind seeks something enticing. 

Sitting at the desk, he notices himself doubling over, piled with homework he has been avoiding for weeks. He opened his locker earlier, and papers spilled out at his feet, sending a rush of intimidation as he jumped back, hoping to avoid it. Kisha was over his theatrics stepping on a few and ripping them-- intentionally. What's he to say when he turns them in? The dog ate it? A river of discontent and failure he detested as he stared at what seemed to be a never-ending flow. Teachers complained of the struggle to make him hand in simple tasks and Saikai never seems to care.

Saikai deems different matters of value; the teachers piled plenty on him as punishment. Head leaning against one shoulder, drawing the pencil eraser to the fold of his bottom lip. Stressful academic priorities are turning into an inconvenience. He doesn't consider himself dumb, these are just tedious requests. As a kid, he had no choice but to breeze through school so he could get the hell out of there. Now, he doesn't even want to lift a finger. If Saikai fails to present any proof he's growing underneath the distorted truth of this school, it bounds his parents to present themselves.

A slap... A scold and a do better, son.

Both men monitored, Kisha's adapting to pressure. With high grades, good looks, and a great athletic path painted before him, Kisha's headed in a good direction. He neither takes notice of any of it. He always stresses that matters that others find important are not his burden. While Saikai's parents told him money makes the world go around, Kisha would only answer back 'I'll just use yours.' and they don't mind it.

Saikai and Kisha are the same age; however, Saikai falls a class rank beneath his best friend. When he first joined, the weight of taking over his brother's place was too much. Sano never cared for the school and what it offered. He preferred the gang life and thought Saikai would follow. Little did he know--

After completing ten pages of homework, Saikai's attention strays. Crumpling paper begins to irritate him enough that he can't stand it anymore. The sound of the bathroom door, along with the waft of warm peaches permeates the air which he decides needs his attention. There's always a nice fruity scent that emits whenever Kisha takes a bath.

Following Kisha's path towards his side of the room, knowing his feet are still wet as he pitter-pattered across the room, Saikai examines the half-naked body from head to toe. Kisha likes to wear his pajama pants, no shirt, no slippers or socks, and no... underwear. Bonus. He used to sleep commando after complaining about how hot he got during the night. A few nights of nudity Kisha woke up, Saikai in his bed. Though he never touched him in his sleep just the thought of it all had moved Kisha enough. He decides to wear something on his lower half. If Saikai had tried anything, he'd at least feel it, wake up and punch him.

Kisha's build-- a body Saikai believes comes from the sky because his creator endowed every part of him. The others make remarks on his body whenever they are presented with a shirtless treat. Kisha would only return the chatter with a cold stare and that usually shuts everyone up. Envious of the tanned skin. He's often approached or confessed to, but like many encounters, Kisha finds all of them troublesome and annoying. 

Collecting his jar of hearts.

Though he often takes care of himself, Kisha isn't fixated on his looks. Saikai always wonders why. If he's gifted to look that handsome, he'd be walking around above everyone. Saikai will also get free sex whenever he asks for it. Everyone will be throwing themselves at him every waking breath. The idea of it makes him jealous.

He'd never seen Kisha fully naked once they reached puberty, but as children they'd rush in the mornings for school, not minding a bath together. Only a few selected friends had seen him all grown up, but they were special. Saikai was never allowed into the bathing sessions. He'd often try to make moves on the men. The cockfest was too much for him.

"Kisha, you received the email?"

Leaning on his hands, Kisha inhales a light sigh before he closes his view. Dropping his weight on the hard cot, his hair is not tied properly. A puddle of white soft strands rests in one direction, flowing to the edge of the bed and spilling over, leaving a damp patch on his favorite blanket. He always lays on it, and tugs it, but never complains about the pain. He hates when others get in its way. Kisha believes his hair deserves more respect than humans. It's best to look out for it if anyone is ever close.

"Of course." He whispers back just loud enough to be heard. He doesn't want to be bothered by Saikai because it is late and the events of the day left him drained. A lean over the edge of the bed and Kisha retrieves a small container. He prods at the lid a bit before popping the top with a nail, but the force is too strong and it cracks beneath his strength.

With another annoyed sigh and a flick of the moisture-stained lid to the bottom of the bed, Kisha pulls the item from the container. Clenched in between his nails, he examines the light-colored ball a bit before his mouth opens, sliding the item inside.

Today at lunch, there was chicken smothered in white gravy. He's never tasted anything like it, but it was good. Afterward, Saikai requested him a small container. 

Never minding if it's hot or not, Kisha pulls another piece and then another. His mouth fills up rather quickly before he chews a few and then swallows everything whole. Going for another round, Kisha's finger's covered in white gravy, he chews with what little happiness he expresses.

"This field trip is annoying. The posters were pasted over the school's walls. They haven't leaked the attendance list just yet though. Every year... a different spot. I'm tired of these field trips. How many more places are we going to help?" Saikai sounds vexed.

"Then don't go..." Kisha's tone is too emotionless, uncaring. His gaze darts in Saikai's direction. He's brought from his little heaven by the annoying sound coming from his best friend's lungs. His chewing takes over as a large amount of gravy threatens to drip from his bottom lip. He's swift as the tip of his tongue laps up most of it before Saikai can notice. A little escapes, falling and dripping onto his breast, but Kisha is too immersed in eating to notice.

Saikai sucks his teeth, his eyes closing, bracing head on one shoulder. The volume of gang members registering is enough to force him into this. Kisha can't keep track of everybody, and that isn't his job. If news got back that something happened during the trip, rumors questioning Saikai's authority are going to surface.

"I can't stay. If I allow you to go with our members... everyone's coming back with black eyes and lost teeth for small shit. You're not a very patient person." Saikai cut him a glance, scolding him with his eyes as if saying it's your fault. Watching as Kisha looks around the small container for the chicken he just inhaled. 

Saikai smiles a bit, Kisha innocently digging around in the gravy like something magical is going to happen. Maybe he missed a piece. He places the container on his lap, looking down at it in defeat. An animal that stares at an empty food bowl, Saikai shakes his head in amusement. He's going to have to buy some more and create a bribe with this discovery.

"Can you believe Asho sent a rookie on a scoping mission?"

"Asho's stupid," Kisha answers swiftly.

"No... I think for once it's not Asho that's calling the shots Kisha. We forget because of his childish personality, but Vergyl is what Asho lacks." The question is, why? Crescent is new. He doesn't even know how gangs work. Why are they so eager to throw a goon in the line of fire?

The questions piling on his shoulders make him want to release a heavy grunt. He grits his teeth and rolls his eyes, tired of all these matters. He needs to take his attention off of these things and focus on his pick-me-ups.

The atmosphere's too heavy for Saikai's taste. Kisha will often turn his gaze, inhale deeply, or shift his hands when he doesn't want to chat. Sometimes he's honest and will say it, but they share the same room so they are bound to discuss things.

That is understandable; however, Saikai thinks it is better to play. He chases the heavy thoughts away, the homework that screams his name and the duties of being a leader. 

A small press against the desk sends him to his feet, drifting a path towards Kisha who's negligent to see the upcoming threat. Saikai wastes no time, reaching out and smacking the bowl full of gravy as if it's a nuisance. It slides across Kisha's lap, tipping over his thigh and then running all over his blanket. Kisha looks up quickly to figure out what gives Saikai the audacity, but a hard push at his chest sends him on his back, hands brought up instantly at Saikai's shoulders.

He feels the warm weight of Saikai on his bed, kicking one leg up as he straddles him; a relaxation of Saikai's hips plants their frames. Kisha freezes, deadpan eyes staring at Saikai in disbelief and honest concern. The curling of Kisha's fingers shows how offended he has become, as his nails begin to dig inside of his palm. If Saikai was not of importance, he'd be dying right now.

It instantly irritates Kisha. He watches as Saikai gives him the sweetest most innocent smile, not even a whisper for the destruction he's caused. Both hands create a gush of cool wind, slamming at the sides of Kisha's head. A slight arch in Saikai's back makes sure to keep Kisha's groin comfortably between his thighs. They now meet eyes, a vacant shiver driven from Kisha's as Saikai's mimic that of adornment.

"Friends support each other, yes? When's the last time you came?"

Saikai coos, bottom lip drawing into his clenched teeth. A cluster of his hair dangles before his face, covering one of his eyes. Saikai's eyes drift over Kisha's exposed bare chest, the glint of excitement. Saikai let out a small laugh, thinking about what it would be like to have sex with Kisha. How much being slammed into would drive his sexual senses? How big of a penis Kisha holds and how dirty his deep voice can spit words.

"You remember this pose? Someone panting above you..." Saikai parts his lips slightly, facial expression turning to mock a suffering human. A heavy exhale pushes his hot breath into Kisha's face, playfully taunting him as his moist tongue dangles in open air. The amusement isn't returned nor is Kisha finding this the bit entertaining.

"... As you sat there, staring with that death look. Sweat dripping, sticking skin to one another. I bet it felt erotic, having the body of another so close and the only thing separating you is the thin layer of clothing. Did you think about defiling that small body of his? I bet you'd break him. You look like the rough type." Saikai narrows his eyes, trying to read Kisha's thoughts.

"Saikai..." Kisha sighs. Maybe Saikai's penis will fall off eventually and he'd stop thinking about it so much. He'd be happy and he wouldn't be here testing his luck. Kisha tries to tone out his antics, only allowing his attention to look around Saikai's theatrical attempt at mimicking someone as beautiful as Crescent. He can't compete where he can't compare. Crescent's smaller with pleasant characteristics and a strong will. Saikai's not attractive at all. The more he sits here staring into these goofy features, the more Kisha's becoming grossed out.

"Let's roleplay the scene you had with Crescent except we turn into something... worth both of our nights. Show me what you'd do to him, hmm?" Trying to sound seductive and in the mood, but Saikai's voice comes out as a joke.

Closing his eyes, Kisha allows his head to fall to one side. The steps Saikai pulls when he feels at his boldest have no filter. His rules for personal space when it's the two of them fly out the window and many gang members question their relationship. Kisha assures them it's nothing beyond what they are presented with, but there are rumors that a sexual relationship between them has been going on.

Kisha can never. He has too much respect for Saikai. Their history and what they've been through has all the trust and boundaries he could hope for in a person. Saikai is one of his older brothers. Saikai often finds ways to break that, but Kisha just musters it up to Saikai being young and dumb. Saikai's too comfortable-- spoiled.

With an average frame. Average and immature personality, nothing Saikai has is enough. Seeing Saikai naked gives him no thrill because they share the same type of body parts. Nothing is dainty or soft and his but is muscle. Maybe to a female or a blind male, Saikai can be cute.

Kisha's attraction to the same sex stands in question. Just because they are in an academy for men, doesn't mean he will be sexually seeking out anyone. 

After Saikai began to explore his sexuality, he rendered no one safe from sexual harassment. He'd never penetrate anyone against their will, but Saikai will gladly sexually assault those who allow it.

"Get off..." Kisha mutters words laced with a soft growl and Kisha isn't one to allow it. There's the end to this. Saikai's bullshit has gone on too far.

"Come onnnnn." Saikai raises a hand and rubs it over Kisha's chest slowly. He can feel Kisha contracting his muscles almost instantly under the sensual feeling, trying to withdraw from the touch, but Saikai cares less about his uncomfortableness. With a slide of his pointer finger over the food stain, Saikai scoops it up before sucking it off his finger, tongue gliding over the top of the nail slowly. Thoughts of Kisha's wet tongue sliding into his mouth, playing with his own before driving deep to seek out his essence forces a slow erotic blink.

"I could be Crescent," Saikai begs impatiently.

Kisha tenses up unexpectedly when against his groin he feels Saikai shift. The muscles in his torso crunch, as he quickly reacts to stop the encounter. A heavy push by large hands sends Saikai's weight to shift backward. Nothing braces him for a fall; thudding against the floor, Saikai rubbing at his lower back as he glares up at Kisha. Fuck. The pain first starting at his tailbone soon resonates through him, shooting down into the back of his legs. It's enough to draw a wince,

"Oooooouch!" Saikai calls, gritting his teeth. Kisha never approves of his sexual advances but what ticks him off is the fact that Kisha allowed someone else to do it! They told Saikai of the scene that played out in gym class between the two. The details baffled him. To know that someone is physically challenging Kisha and he's doing absolutely nothing about it makes everything sour.

"Fuck! You allow a total stranger to straddle you! You've known me for how long?!" Saikai whines, shaking his head at how silly this is.

Sitting up, Kisha leans on his knees with his elbows, crossing his arms at the wrist. The spies assigned throughout the gang are only for Saikai's entertainment. No part in prying on personal lives, Kisha knows his friend has eyes and ears when they are separated. He looks at Saikai for a moment before he pushes himself up to stand.

"What?" Kisha asks with a disgusted fuck off written in his tone.

"Ugh-- Whatever... You're just so... ugh--"

"Worry about you..." Because he's tired of worrying about Saikai. Kisha bends over, grabbing Saikai's shirt and lifting him to his feet as if he weighed nothing. He doesn't bother to look him over to see if he's hurt, only pushing past him and walking over to the desk with his books neatly stacked. Saikai deserves every bit of pain he's dealt. 

"Your negligence risk repeating two years ago, Saikai."

Saikai looks down in that instant. As much as he doesn't want to believe in Kisha's words, he's right. Balling up both his fists the memories staining his mind every time he makes heavy decisions that involve other gangs. He recalls it as if it was yesterday; the war two years ago broke out over Asho. A gambling match the previous head of Kings lost. Throwing such a risk on the line for money.

King Founder never woke up the next morning. The war lasted for months. With the volatility of the group, Saikai's reaction failed his gang and the foundation rocked. Lives were being tossed around as fights broke out at deadly rates. Sano tried to get everything under control with the help of D.A.'s leader. He couldn't contain it, though many members backed him up.

The battles ensued, and Kisha separated from them in the fray. Everyone aimed to keep Kisha preoccupied with attacking him, while Sano desperately urged Kisha to regroup. Kisha wasn't very good at following orders enjoying the mess thrown his way. While Kisha joined the muscle work of the gang, Saikai remained hidden, everyone uncertain of Asho's next move. The very peace they built was shattered by the mindset of a lunatic. Resources were stolen, and people from both sides stood up creating riots.

Extortion, blackmail, and drugs were running rampant. Members wanted to secure themselves at any cost. Funny how the rules changed when the livelihood was threatened. Those dark days ended when neither group gave up, Diamond ordering the elites to work as peace bringers under Sano's command.

Will this be a repeat, but without Sano... who can they rely on? Asho challenges Saikai's authority every chance he finds, but this time he moves the pieces with a well-known juvenile. Either Crescent began moving up the ladder or Asho has some kind of tip.

"Asho has members all around us, every day. Your interactions with Crescent have to be getting back to him. It's the only thing I could think of." Saikai says.

"I'll handle it..." Kisha wants to desperately end the topic. It's been a while since he's been in the hot seat and it's making him uncomfortable. The slow churning in his stomach reminds him of why he rather avoid interacting with everyone. Trying to blame this all on him? Whatever. The truth is there's always been bad blood. Opportunities to exploit another weakness is the-- weakness? Kisha scoffs, his gaze slowly traveling from left or right giving the thought a whatever. If anyone truly understood what has been brewing beneath his skin every time he comes in contact with Crescent maybe they will shut the hell up. 

"I can't trust that you will. You've never been like this... Also, you know the phase of the moon in a few days?" A worrying tone leaves Saikai's lips, which causes Kisha to sit in silence as a response. The phase of the moon? Clear skies are a haven at night and on full moons they'll find him under her cold presence. Kisha sought her because she had been the very thing that kept his father safe--

"The chocolates, tell the production team to melt them. I'll get my product around. As for Asho, he will attend the trip. I'll deal with him then." Saikai decides to change the subject. These touchy topics aren't his forte and the puppet freeze Kisha's delivering alerts that he shouldn't dive deeper into the topic.

Drawing his hand up to run through his hair, Saikai rubs his forehead with his palm. He only hopes nothing else is going to happen. No sleep on the agenda tonight. There are things he has to put a lid on, most importantly Kisha's situation.

(((A/N

Saikai makes a move on everyone... 

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